Half-Truths [hs, mc, zm, nh, lt +]

Chapter Thirty-Eight

*Michael's POV*

I did it. I killed Zayn. I did what Niall wanted me to do.

But at what cost?

I'm 99.9% sure I lost the girl I love in the process.

I walk into my house, upset on how I left things with Trish. I mean, I kind of deserved that.

I flop onto the couch, closing my eyes almost immediately.

I hear something scuffle around, and when I open my eyes, Georgia's in my face.

"Hi Gee." I mumble. Georgia sits down, tilting her head.

"I'm not in the mood tonight, okay love?" She hops onto my chest and curls up, and that's where we lay.

Ping!

I open my eyes and check my phone. Who's texting me?

Bean <3

Come here.

Trish?

Did I stutter?

I gently nudge Georgia and she hops off my chest. I get up off the couch, putting my shoes back on.

I get into my car, and I go to Trish's.

I arrive at her house, and knock at her door.

Oh god I'm nervous. Does she hate me? She definitely hates me.

She opens the door, and I meet her gaze.

"Hey." I say awkwardly. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Hi." She answers.

"I'm so-" I don't get to finish my apology. She crashes her lips onto mine, taking me off guard.

I take a small step backwards, my hands hovering over her waist.

Her arms snake around my neck, and I have to admit it feels amazing.

I finally place my hands on her waist, pulling her closer. I back her up so that she's pressed up against the wall, and her hands tangle in my hair.

She stumbles backwards, pulling me with her. We make it up the stairs to her bedroom and she shuts the door with her foot, still kissing me.

"Bean- Trish we can't." I say, pulling away. Somehow, I end up leaning back in and kissing her again.

"Why?" She asks. I don't answer her, and I pull her close to me.

I pull away for air, but my hands don't leave her hips.

"I killed Zayn, that's why." I say. She leans in, shutting me up. It works. God does she feel good.

"Yeah I know, I was there." Trish says.

"Fuck it." She says, before letting me back her up onto the bed. I sit up, pulling my shirt up over my head. I toss it onto the floor behind me.

Trish looks me over, then meets my eye. I lean down, kissing her again.

She runs her hands down my chest, causing a feeling of euphoria to erupt inside of me.